My current assignment in Den Haag was nearing completion, time to look for a new assignment; first, I would take a few weeks off. Where would I go, what would I do when I got there. Being a solo traveller has its restrictions. Checking out options on the web, I came across someone looking to share a cabin on a cruise ship. I sent him an email saying, I was possibly interested, received an almost instant reply. Included were details of what was proposed, a 14 day P&O cruise to the Baltic out of Southampton in six weeks' time. Cost was reasonable too; late booking discount.
We exchanged details of each other, including photographs, did a couple of skype calls. We seemed to hit it off. Although, a Norwegian based in Stavanger working for an oil company, like me, he said he would come over to Holland for their long weekend. I offered to put him up, why not, to see how we got on together in person. I would meet him at Centraal Station, in Den Haag on Friday night.
Friday night arrived I was waiting at the end of the platform one, as the train from Schiphol arrived, we recognised each other. In person he was taller than me and looked quite muscular, all in all quite presentable. We exchanged greetings and went up the escalator to the tram halt, great thing about Den Haag is its integrated transport system; which actually works.
Plan was that we would drop off his bag at my apartment and go out for a get to know each other meal and a drink. I was fortunate in having a number of very good restaurants and bars near me. After dropping off his bag, we boarded another tram for Schevengen, the beach area of Den Haag. In the summer months the beach has temporary bars erected on the sand, most of which offer a good selection of beers and food.
We picked one that I knew, Bora Bora, the same bar that Luca had made his intensions known to me, almost two years ago. We subsequently became an item for about a year and a half before he had to return to run his family business in Italy. We ordered a few beers, quite a few, and food. Then visited a few other bars along the beach front, it was a warm night and very pleasant. Knut said a friend had told him of a private club nearby which had live entertainment.
We went looking for it; found it easily following the directions Knut was given. It was one of these clubs, anonymous to the passer by, with no name outside, and you had to knock the door before you were allowed in. I never knew this club existed; you live and learn.
The club was dark and smoky inside; once our eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could see the floor show. We found a table and a shemale barperson came over to serve us. The floor show was quite explicit; it was a live gay sex act's set around a bar counter. This reminded me of an escapade a few years ago, where I was doing something similar with my friend Jim and in front of an audience too. Although it was a private affair in a hotel suite in Plymouth, which we both got paid for, after a night of entertaining four American business men. I didn't mention this connection to Knut; not the right time.
We were both finding it very erotic. Knut was rubbing my leg and intimately and touching me, as I was him. We were both getting very aroused by the show and each other. An accidental discharge was becoming a definite possibility. Maybe time to go, it was getting late too.
We headed back to my apartment, by this time the trams had finished, so had a pleasant 30 minute walk back, chatting as we went. We seemed to hit it off ok and by this time we had decided that we would book the cabin by telephone in the morning.
By the time we arrived back at the apartment we were very relaxed with each other. As I put the coffee machine on. Knut came up behind me as I was doing this; ran his finger slowly down the centre of my back to the top of my butt, slowly, gently but purposefully. I felt very excited and aroused by it.
I turned round, we were facing each other; he touched my lips with his finger, while looking into my eyes. Unbuttoned my shirt slowly; one button at a time, kissing and biting my chest as he went down each button, slowly ever so slowly, all the way to my navel. Then opens my shirt and slides it off my shoulders. Still looking into my eyes he unbuttons his shirt and slowly pulls it off; drops it; unzips his trousers, lets them drop and steps out of them, still looking into my eyes, he slides down his underwear and is standing there, naked, hard and excited.
He reaches over and unzips my trousers slowly, purposefully, slides them down; kneels down. Slowly places his hands inside my underwear, his warm palms pressing against my side; slides them off, I could feel them gently being removed. By this time we are both naked and I am hard and excited too.
